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Characters: Barkenzi. Karclay. Kenlay.
Summary: the couple moves in and things get cute from there.
Date(s): before the au event and just after barclay arrives.
Warnings/Notes: kenzi is a warning in herself but also probably some language and general couple mushiness.
Okay, so this is a big step for Kenzi. The whole moving in thing. The whole shacking up with a fella, with your lovah thing. Co-habitation wasn't a point she'd ever gotten to with a guy, not a guy she loved, that is. Her roommate experience was limited to, well, just Bo.
She was feeling a little out of her element but for the first time, she was cool with it. Mostly because, Barclay. Barclay has this weirdly calming presence, whatever eccentricities Kenzi has seem to be tempered by, well, his temperament. Not that he was some mellow stoner dude, he has his own flare but maybe that was just love for you. It made you better.
And there was no doubt that Kenzi was cuckoo for Barclay-puffs.
So when they found an old lighthouse, it was one of those sitcom moments where they both looked at one another and nodded, knowing this was the place they were meant to live in. She, despite usually being very unreasonable, didn't come home with a bunch of paint buckets of black paint. The buckets she did lug in were a deep blue and a deep purple (for different rooms).
"Hey, Odell, get your booty out here, I need help carrying these cans I commandeered!" Way to give him a head's up about your plans for the day, Kenz.
Summary: the couple moves in and things get cute from there.
Date(s): before the au event and just after barclay arrives.
Warnings/Notes: kenzi is a warning in herself but also probably some language and general couple mushiness.
Okay, so this is a big step for Kenzi. The whole moving in thing. The whole shacking up with a fella, with your lovah thing. Co-habitation wasn't a point she'd ever gotten to with a guy, not a guy she loved, that is. Her roommate experience was limited to, well, just Bo.
She was feeling a little out of her element but for the first time, she was cool with it. Mostly because, Barclay. Barclay has this weirdly calming presence, whatever eccentricities Kenzi has seem to be tempered by, well, his temperament. Not that he was some mellow stoner dude, he has his own flare but maybe that was just love for you. It made you better.
And there was no doubt that Kenzi was cuckoo for Barclay-puffs.
So when they found an old lighthouse, it was one of those sitcom moments where they both looked at one another and nodded, knowing this was the place they were meant to live in. She, despite usually being very unreasonable, didn't come home with a bunch of paint buckets of black paint. The buckets she did lug in were a deep blue and a deep purple (for different rooms).
"Hey, Odell, get your booty out here, I need help carrying these cans I commandeered!" Way to give him a head's up about your plans for the day, Kenz.